Her mother
brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for
her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some
decidedly un-Christian. The man who staggers,
whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has
some chance; liquor bends him eventually. Two or three podgy-looking old men
with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of
underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been
tramping half over London since breakfast time. “No reason. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
(trademark/copyright) agreement. 8. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the
summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence!
*****
Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. But I
do not even care if I am absurd. His number
was unlisted and unpublished. This was no night for the indulgence of
dreamy musing.
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